It’s late and night, and I am on the beanbag in the toilet. As I always am, at some point of the night (don’t ask).
So in between the almost-full moon and sikut-spins and cucuk-drives, I realized something with you sat on the passenger’s seat. It was never the boy that had my heart, that made me feel safe and secure. It was never actually having a good lover’s day that made me sleep with a smile slapped across my face.
It was and will always be you, that is my security blanket. You, that literally have stuck by me through thick and thin, fat and slit, ugly and g-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s, you. My sister, my boon.
If its too late at night and I am still out, I won’t will the worry of how to get home because you are there. If I am in doubt and in need of advice, you’re stupid face is what makes me laugh it all off. It’s okay if we’re in the shits because you and I will always sneakily find a way out of it.
We are sisters by fate, but you are my best friend by absolute choice.
